05/18/2026
My buddy Mike and I were sitting on the porch a couple weeks ago looking at the “guest book” inscriptions and reflecting on those that have passed on. I do that a lot. Those of you that have been here and signed in I want you to know I think of you every time I sit down to take a break. Some of the single digit kids that scribbled their names and traced their hands have kids of their own now.
This morning my buddy Dave called to check in and see what I was up to. We chatted a while and in closing he said to me, “alright man, I’ll let you get back to your tractor. I know that’s therapeutic for you.” I told him he was exactly right, and when I was done I had 4-5hrs of therapy scheduled on the mower around the house. That brought me back to my 20’s at a ranch around Dobbin that belonged to my friend’s parents. We were hanging out doing what 20 year olds do when I mentioned her dad hadn’t stopped since we arrived. He was out on a tractor running a brush hog at the moment. He was a CFO at a national company if I remember correctly. She says to me, “yeah, this is his therapy.” To this day I can still see her face, hear her voice when she said it. I think about that day often, especially during brush hog season.
Anyway, this long winded post lead me to a long winded video. After I stopped filming my mind continued on thinking about everyone that’s been to that spot on the ranch. Maybe it was your first time to hunt, or maybe it was an epic late night TCR RanchRide™️ adventure. I’m never alone here, even though there be nobody else present.
Got a favorite memory at 126? Lay it on me.